Aaron was doing well on paper. New York City. Chef. Self Made.

But because he texted him everyday he knew that his personal life was different.

"He's doing fine." he said. He could've said that he was doing good. But he didn't. Why?

"That's good." Imogen smiled. Did she hear him wrong? Good?...

There were people in the sky. Watching down. They had signed up to go up there when they were younger. Back then it seemed like a good deal. They were not yet old. And people they knew weren't dying yet.

A few years into their tenure up in the  space station,...

Some people find a place they call home. They can die peacefully there.

Others will roam restlessly. Couple places always in mind as candidates. Potential homes.

But no definitive home .

Her dad knew that small town she grew up in was home. He was ready to die there. Had no thoughts of...

Will came  home rarely. Rarely enough he questioned why he still called it home.  time was moving fast now. When he found a moment to recount what had happened in the years that had zinged by he would realize that he had spent hardly any of it at home. Hardly...

It was  Sunday afternoon. He was 30. And felt loneliness for the first time. This was the first time when nobody needed him. Nobody was looking for him. He could die and there would be no meaningful impact.

He had been at the  cafe . None of the usual crowd were...

They are at the same college . They do not meet in real life or even speak, but out of the blue she adds him on Facebook . Even though he hasn't thought about her in months this excites him. She is attractive and feels familiar. They both went to...